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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 91.5 ( or Zuko’s side of what happened at the end of chapter 91)
Zuko was sickened by what he had to do to Katara. He knew she didn’t want him to touch her but he also knew that he had to. Their sheets continued to disappear even while in the infirmary. He grew suspicious when one of the nurses came by change them when Katara was being treated and was surprised to learn the task had already been done. Bingwen had told him how to copulate with rape Katara in a manner that would cause her the least damage. She was still injured and he didn’t want to cause her more pain.

He waited until she was sleeping to follow Bingwen’s orders. First was to put her in the correct position – the lazy dragon. It was similar to an infant sleeping on its stomach with its bottom raised. It would allow him to use the weight of his chest on her back to hold her down during penetration so he could stimulate her with his hands. Second was to ensure she was properly lubricated to lessen the chance of injury to both of them. The oil was a blend that included contraceptives and a very mild stimulant to encourage her body to make the fluids necessary for her to easily receive him after the initial application of oil was absorbed.
Zuko had seen the effects of those types of drugs on servants at the palace and was reluctant to use something like that on Katara. There were nobles who found it amusing to watch the desperate lengths their victims went through to ease their effects before “doing them the favor of allowing them to use their penis to ease their suffering”. He couldn’t bring himself to torture Katara by using something designed by animal breeders to coax an animal into rut.
Bingwen assured him the herb he used was not as strong as those. It was a .01% dilution of horny weed given to virgins prior to their betrothal ceremony and mostly relied on fruit and mint extracts to activate the mucosal cells in her vagina. Zuko was still reluctant until Bingwen explained all he’d done to prepare the mixture was heavily dilute horny weed extract with citrus and mint oil; the preferred dry mouth treatment. The doctor rolled his eyes and tasted a bit of before giving some to Zuko. The prince waited to ensure neither one of them started start foaming at the mouth before agreeing to use it on Katara.
Thirdly was technique. Bingwen had told him that shallow penetration would only lead to deeper frenzied thrust as his body approached climax. He should fully insert his shaft and maintain closeness between them. Bingwen suggested wrapping both arms around her body and holding onto her opposite hip and shoulder so when she did attempt to throw him off his body would move with hers. The slow slide of flesh against flesh instead of his brutal jack hammering would provide less abrasive friction, lengthen the time it took him to orgasm and allow more time for her body’s physiological responses to kick in.
Bingwen also reemphasized the fact that women liked to be touched just as much as men. He had figured that much out with the whores Uncle Iroh had purchased for him, Song, Jin and Katara the few time he actually did keep his promise not to penetrate her. Bingwen had told him that the lazy dragon was also the ideal position as his hands could easily reach her clitoris, breast and nipples. So long as he was careful not to squeeze, pinch or press too hard he could palm her breast with one hand and allow the well oiled fingers of the other to dip between her legs even during her wilder motions.

Katara woke as he was pushing her knees closer to her hips. He was kicked quite a few times as he used the length of his robe’s sash to bind them together and connect the middle to the golden handcuffs still attached to his headboard.
“I’m sorry, Katara. I’m sorry. We’re back in my room so I can’t use your injuries not to take you. I’ll be gentle I promise,” he pled while oiling their genitals.
She began shifting from side to side as he aligned the head of his penis against her opening and began murmuring, “Don’t fight Katara, please don’t fight. I have to do this or my father will take you away from me.”
“I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to hurt you. Stop fighting, be still so I don’t hurt you. I don’t want to do this Katara but I have to. Please be still so I don’t hurt you,” he begged while slowly sinking into her vagina.
He stilled, once again obeying the doctor’s advice and counting 100 flying dragons once his pubis was flush with her buttocks. He waited until she began struggling to slowly began rocking, matching her rhythm for rhythm and never letting their bodies get more than a few centimeters apart. He slowed her pace by huddling closer to her body and restricting her freedom of movement. But this position which placed their heads close enough for him to whisper tender words of encouragement also meant he heard every harsh gasp after her angry screams turned to desperate whimpers, “Stop Zuko, please stop. Why are you doing this to me? Stop please. Please take it out of me. Stop. Stop. Please let go of me. I’m tired let me sleep. Get away from me. Please, go away. Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why won’t you leave me alone?”
Each desperate plea was like a bolt of lightning through his soul but he held her tighter, keeping his dragon nestled deep inside her cavern as his arms covered hers and the palms of his hands rested atop her head.
“Please bear with it a little longer” Zuko whispered as tears streamed down his face. Bingwen had not told him he could feel so much more at this speed, in this position. His heart was racing and slowing as the smallest of movements caused him to feel what her insides were doing, “Please Katara just a bit longer, I promise...”
“Why? Why won’t you hurry and get off me? Just hurt me and get it over with. Hurry please and stop torturing me. Get away from me. Stop and get away from me.”
Zuko stilled. He tossed his head back forcing himself to inhale and exhale slowly replenishing the oxygen to his brain just as Bingwen had told him to do if he felt his inner fire raging.
“Hurt me and get it over with. Stop toying with me. Please stop toying with me. I hate you. I hate you. Please Zuko stop doing this to me. Why? Why?”
He looked down taking note of their positions. Katara was trapped beneath him. She had not asked him to stop hurting her. She only wished him to stop. Zuko lay his cheek against hers and started moving once more. Katara’s head was not banging against the headboard, neither were hands. Her elbows and knees weren’t hitting the walls; they were pinned against her body by his. She wasn’t flailing so violently that the silk sheets were scrubbing away her skin. Her teeth weren’t slamming together as she was jarred by his thrust.
It was working this new position was working. Her much smaller body was protectively cocooned beneath his. She was wet, so very wet and he did not feel himself chafing. There was friction but not so much that he felt her ripping around him. He wasn’t giving her that dry choking feeling. It was by no means as it should be but she wasn’t screaming like she was dying.
“I’m sorry Katara. I’m sorry. Just a bit longer, please just a bit longer. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry but please…ahh…” Zuko gasped and withdrew. He gripped his penis, squeezing and stroking wildly, licking the sweat pooling between her shoulder blades as he panted harshly, calling her name once more, before laying his head on her left scapula. He had been so close to giving in to the feeling and allowing himself to ejaculate inside her. It even felt better against his hand due to the slipperiness inside her. It wouldn’t be good to get her pregnant so close after…
Zuko pressed his lips against her skin and gently mouthed it before lifting himself off of her with a heavy groan. Katara’s eyes were closed and her body heaved with exertion. He wondered if Bingwen had been wrong to dismiss them so soon. If he should have pressed the physician to allow them to remain in the infirmary so he would have a justifiable reason not to reassert his claim over her. He couldn’t keep her in his bedroom and not lay with her but he wondered if the care he had taken had been enough.
He turned his head away from her and his eyes landed upon the coffee table. It, like Katara had been restored to a state of physical perfection, but the damage underneath lingered. Ashamed Zuko lowered his head and the proof of their joining came into his vision. Katara lay beneath him open and trembling. His penis hung between his legs damp and mostly shrunken; its tip slowly retreating from the growing pool of liquid his hand after twitching one final time.
The white fluid shone in the soft the combination of moonlight and candles. Painted against the darkness of Katara’s skin it shone like stars in the sky. Agni was the god of light, life, and fire; the polar opposite of darkness, death and destruction and yet it was the seed of Agni spattered against the body of Kali which created the beauty of the night sky. Each star contained a portion of the sun god allowing Agni Eternal to shine in the depths of night.
Zuko stared at the potential princes and princesses in his palm and scattered across Katara’s backside. He had been told more times than he could count that as a member of the royal family he was directly descended from the sun god. Although mortal he carried the blood and spirit of Agni Eternal. Royal seed should not be wasted. Each careless spending had the potential to be a great ruler of their nation. He had never given the warning much thought believing them to be his uncle’s way of warning him against something as shameful as losing control to the point he had to jack off.
But now seeing his semen in his hand and sliding down Katara’s skin he thought of the fuzzy petri dish Bingwen had shown him – that too was a potential prince or princess.
Zuko called a flame to his hand this time out of respect as much as habit to commit his potential offspring to Agni. He couldn’t burn away the remnants on Katara’s skin but he had to take care of them. He remembered thinking how savage it was that Nini and Kesuk had both requested to be committed to the ocean but now it was a comfort knowing that water also offered a means of respect. He fetched a towel and heated the water in a basin before gently wiping Katara. He burned the towel as an additional safeguard.
He realized Katara was still in the position in which he taken her so he untied her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave you bound for so long.”
Instead of using her freedom to immediately get up she curled into a smaller ball. Zuko placed a hand on her back, “Katara did I hurt you?”
After getting no answer he lay beside her and quietly question, ”Katara, did I hurt you this time? I tried to be gentle. Please tell me if I hurt you so I’ll know to be more careful next time.”
He moved closer so he could hear any response she may have been whispering, “Did I hurt you? Do I need to take you to Bingwen? I tried to be careful, did I hurt you?”
“I’ll take you back to the infirmary. I’m sorry. I tried to be gentle and truly did not mean to hurt you.” He slid his arms beneath her body and she shook her head no.
Katara sat up and pushed his arms away, “I need to use the restroom.”
Zuko lifted her. Her voice was weak and shaking. When she came out he lifted her again and carried her back to bed. Her eyes closed and she made no effort to push him away when he scooted next to her. He tucked her against his chest; her eyes remained closed and she still didn’t struggle even though her body remained tense. It didn’t take long for her body to relax.
Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes and her face remained pinched long after slumber had claimed her. He had hurt her. She did not admit it but despite taking great care to follow Bingwen’s instructions it pained him to know he had still messed up and she was hurting because of it.

Author’s note: Thank you all for the recent feedback. It has made me realize I need to expand upon what happens between the recent events and Katara’s decision to consent. I apologize for the lengthier time between updates as I make a few additions.

CultOfStrawberry: Thank you for letting me know how much you liked that scene. I hope you continue to enjoy the ways in which I make use of their situation.
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